Mordecai and Rigby Go Imaginary
Chapter 4
The next morning, Mordecai, Bloo, Eduardo, Wilt, and Coco were having breakfast at the dining table. They were having cereal for breakfast. Rigby was not with the group of five, for some reason.
Frankie and Mr. Herriman were also in the dining room, as well.
"Now remember to watch your spoon placement, Ms. Frances," Mr. Herriman said, watching Frankie organizing utensils, "A yogurt spoon is quite different than a cereal spoon. As the saying goes, utensils are essential."
There was a sign hanging in the dining room that said the same thing.
Frankie rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Mr. Herriman shifted his attention towards the group of five.
"Ah, that's what I like to see," Mr. Herriman said, "Rules being properly followed and executed." Mr. Herriman laughed with delight. "Yes."
The group of five were eating their breakfast while using proper table etiquette, including Mordecai.
"Chew, chew, chew, it's good for you," Mr. Herriman said.
There was another sign hanging on a wall in the dining room with this saying, as well.
"Very good Master Blooreguard, Master Wilt, Master Eduardo, Miss Coco, Master Mordecai, and Master Rig…." Mr. Herriman said.
Mr. Herriman noticed that Rigby was not present at the dining table.
"Where is Master Rigby?" Mr. Herriman asked.
The group of five looked at each other. They did not know where Rigby could be.
"No, no, no, don't speak," Mr. Herriman said, "I know your mouths are full, and you do not wish to break the rule of no talking while eating. Since you're new here, Master Mordecai, I will have you and Master Rigby know that breakfast ends at 9:00 AM on the dot, and it is now precisely 8:43 AM. Where is Master Rigby?"
Rigby was still in his bedroom, fast asleep. As Mr. Herriman came into his bedroom, Rigby woke up from sleeping. He yawned after waking up.
"You are almost late for breakfast," Mr. Herriman said.
"Huh?" Rigby said, half-awake.
"Get up and get dressed," Mr. Herriman ordered.
Rigby got up from his bed. Since Rigby does not wear clothes, there was no need for him to get dressed.
"Done," Rigby said.
Suddenly, Rigby's stomach started grumbling. It wasn't because he was hungry; he had to use the restroom.
"Oh, man, that Chinese food really went through me last night," Rigby said, holding his stomach. Rigby ran out of the bedroom. "I really gotta…"
"Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman addressed.
"Sorry, Mr. H, but I ain't got time for chit-chat. I really gotta…" Rigby began to say.
"Make your bed," Mr. Herriman said, pointing to Rigby's bedroom.
Rigby noticed that his bed was not made up.
"Well, yeah, that's all well and good," Rigby said, "I was gonna after…"
"No gonna after; now," Mr. Herriman interrupted, pointing to the bedroom.
Rigby moaned. He went back to his bedroom, and made his bed.
"Fold and tuck, Master Rigby, fold and tuck," Mr. Herriman said.
Rigby was finished making his bed.
"Very good," Mr. Herriman commented as he left the bedroom.
Rigby's stomach growled again.
"Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go," Rigby said as he ran down the hallway. He suddenly ran into Mr. Herriman.
"Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman addressed.
"What?" Rigby asked. When he asked this, a green stink line came out of his mouth. This meant Rigby had bad breath.
Mr Herriman could smell Rigby's breath, and was disgusted by it.
Mr. Herrman groaned in disgust. "I was going to say no running in the halls, but for the sake of all that is decent, please brush your teeth."
"What? Why? Can it wait?" Rigby asked. More green stink lines came out of his mouth when he said this.
Mr. Herriman coughed from Rigby's bad breath. "No," he replied.
Mr. Herriman escorted Rigby to a nearby restroom so he could brush his teeth.
"Listen, Mr. Herriman, I am all for the cleaning of the teeth thing, but I really gotta…" Rigby began to say.
"Brush," Mr. Herriman interrupted as he handed Rigby a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.
Rigby squeezed some toothpaste on his toothbrush.
"From the bottom, Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman ordered. Rigby was squeezing the tube from the middle.
Rigby squeezed from the bottom, but squeezed out too much toothpaste.
"Pea-sized, please," Mr. Herriman said.
"Don't say pea, please," Rigby said.
Rigby squeezed out a pea-sized amount of toothpaste on his toothbrush. Now, Rigby could brush his teeth.
"That's it," Mr. Herriman said, watching Rigby brush his teeth, "Brush the decay away."
After Rigby was finished brushing his teeth, he rinsed his mouth out with water.
"There you go, all sparkly clean," Rigby said as he pushed Mr. Herriman out of the restroom, "Now, if you will excuse me, sir, I really have to…"
"Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman addressed.
"I'm sorry for the pushin', but I really gotta…" Rigby began to say.
"Put the cap back on the toothpaste," Mr. Herriman ordered.
Rigby noticed that the cap was not on the tube of toothpaste. He put the cap back on the tube of toothpaste.
"There. Now, please, a little privacy please." Rigby said as he shut the door to the restroom.
Rigby went into a stall in the restroom.
"Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go," Rigby said as he lifted up the toilet seat, and sat down on the toilet.
Rigby felt relieved once he started using the restroom.
"Man, at least he doesn't have any rules about this," Rigby said as he grabbed a bunch of toilet paper.
"Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman addressed, still standing outside the restroom.
"Aw, what?" Rigby said.
"Here at Foster's, we use only two squares for each release," Mr. Herriman explained.
"What is wrong with you!?" Rigby exclaimed. He groaned. "Fine."
Rigby pulled two squares of toilet paper. He pulled a third square, hoping Mr. Herriman wouldn't hear him doing that.
"Ah, ah, ah," Mr. Herriman said, hearing Rigby pull a third square.
"Darn rabbit ears," Rigby muttered to himself.
"Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman addressed again.
"What now?" Rigby asked. He was done using the restroom, and was now washing his hands.
"Please wash your hands," Mr. Herriman ordered.
"What do you think I'm doin' here, Mr. Two-Squares?" Rigby asked as Mr. Herriman came into the restroom.
"No, Master Rigby, we do not whizzle the soap away under the water," Mr. Herriman said as he took a bar of soap away from Rigby.
Mr. Herriman took off his gloves. He was going to give Rigby a demonstration as to how one should wash his/her hands properly.
"We wet, lather, and rinse," Mr. Herriman said. He wet his hands, put soap on his hands, and then stuck his hands back in the water to rinse out the soap. "Now, let me see you do it."
"Wet, lather, and rinse," Rigby repeated, copying exactly what Mr. Herriman did.
"Just think of all the precious layers of soap that previously were so callously washed away that are now properly utilized, thanks to my system," Mr. Herrimsn said as he handed Rigby a towel.
"Oh, yeah," Rigby said to himself sarcastically as he dried his hands with the towel.
"You see, Master Rigby, here at Foster's, I enforce the adage, 'Conservation takes Concentration'," Mr. Herriman said as he and Rigby were walking out of the restroom.
There was also a sign with the saying hanging on a nearby wall.
"Uh, Mr. Herriman," Rigby addressed.
"Yes," Mr. Herriman replied.
"Can I go get breakfast?" Rigby asked.
"Certainly," Mr. Herriman answered.
Rigby went to the dining room so he could go eat breakfast. However, he was running over there.
"Ah, no running in the halls," Mr. Herriman reminded Rigby, having seen that.
Rigby was now in the dining hall, and was preparing his breakfast.
When Rigby got to the dining hall, he grabbed a box of cereal, a carton of milk, a glass of orange juice, and a bowl, all of which were on the table. When he found himself a seat, Rigby made himself a bowl of cereal.
After he made his breakfast, Rigby picked up the bowl of cereal, and slurped it down. Unfortunately, Mr. Herriman caught him in the act.
"Master Rigby, in this home, we do not just guzzle down our morning nourishment, like some common animal," Mr. Herriman scolded.
Mr. Herriman gave Rigby a spoon. Rigby used the spoon to eat the rest of his cereal.
While Rigby continued to eat his breakfast, he kept breaking some rules, such as having his elbows on the table, and slouching in his chair. Every time Rigby would break a rule, Mr. Herriman would catch him, and make him correct his behavior.
When Rigby was finished eating breakfast, he got up from the table, but Mr. Herriman made him clean up his mess.
Rigby was getting really irritated with Mr. Herriman because of how uptight and strict Mr. Herriman was with all of his rules.
"Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman addressed as Rigby was leaving the kitchen, having finished cleaning up after himself.
"What, what, WHAT!?" Rigby exclaimed, "What is with you and all these crazy rules!? Why are you picking on me? I don't see anybody else following all this hair-brained madness!"
"Oh, no?" Mr. Herriman said as he opened the kitchen door that led to the dining room.
Rigby saw other imaginary friends following the same rules that he had to follow.
"Fine," Rigby said.
"Now listen closely, Master Rigby," Mr. Herriman said sternly, "I know you and Master Mordecai are new here, but you are still expected to follow and obey the rules in this house, just like everybody else; and so far, you are getting off on the wrong foot with me. If you do not tow the line, I will have no choice but to EXPELL you from this facility. Consider yourself warned, because I WILL be watching you. Now, if you'll please excuse me, Master Rigby, I have a very important matter to attend to."
Mr. Herriman went off to go attend to his important matter. Rigby was scared of Mr. Herriman's warning, as he did not want to be kicked out of Foster's.
Later that day, Mordecai and Rigby were playing a video game. They were playing the video game on a video game system that was hooked up to a T.V.
"Man, you just wouldn't believe Mr. Herriman this morning, Mordecai!" Rigby exclaimed, "He was getting on my case about EVERYTHING from pea-sized toothpaste to two squares of TP. We've only been here for two days, and already, he is getting on my nerves with his obnoxious rules!"
"Oh, please, he can't be THAT strict," Mordecai said.
"Masters Mordecai and Rigby, get your feet off of the coffee table this instant!" Mr. Herriman ordered as he passed by Mordecai and Rigby.
Mordecai and Rigby had their feet on a coffee table while playing the video game. They took their feet off of the table.
"Okay, so maybe he IS a little strict," Mordecai said.
"A little strict is just putting it mildly," Rigby said, "Honestly, he's just like Benson, except he doesn't yell. Sometimes, I wish we could just enjoy ourselves without somebody jammin' rules down our throats. You know what I'm sayin', Mordecai?"
Mordecai did not answer Rigby's question.
"Mordecai?" Rigby addressed, "Mordecai? Are you even listening to me?"
Rigby noticed that Mordecai was not sitting next to him on the couch, having abandoned his video game controller. Rigby then heard some laughter.
Rigby looked around, wondering where the laughter was coming from. As it turned out, Mordecai was talking with Frankie, who was also in the same room as them. They were the ones who were making the laughter.
Rigby eavesdropped on Mordecai and Frankie's conversation.
"Yeah, I guess you could say I'm pretty fit," Mordecai said, flirting with Frankie by showing off his muscles, "I beat Rigby all the time at punchies, if that says anything."
Frankie laughed at Mordecai's attempt trying to flirt with her. "You're so funny, Mordecai!"
Mordecai nervously laughed. "Thanks," he said
"You know, I'm not really supposed to say this, but for an imaginary friend, you're kind of cute….. and hot," Frankie commented.
Rigby was shocked when he heard that Frankie referred to Mordecai as hot. Mordecai was also shocked, as well.
"Maybe you and I should 'hang out' a lot more often," Frankie said, "After all, you ARE new here, and I need to get a chance to know you."
Mordecai liked the sound of that idea.
"Absolutely," Mordecai agreed.
Rigby was upset when he found out that Mordecai and Frankie were going to be hanging out with each other a lot. He always liked spending time with Mordecai, and wasn't going to be able to hang out with him as much now that Mordecai and Frankie were slowly becoming a couple.
Rigby also ended up losing the video game because Mordecai was not playing with him, and also because he was distracted over the conversation.
"Game Over," a voice on the video game said.
Meanwhile, back at the park, Benson managed to find two new employees to replace Mordecai and Rigby.
The two employees Benson hired slightly resembled Mordecai and Rigby. Benson was evaluating their work, and was impressed with their work ethic.
"Excellent job cutting the grass, guys!" Benson complimented, "Each blade of grass is exactly one inch."
The two employees were not listening to Benson, as they were already busy on their next task, which was painting a fence.
"Make sure that side gets an extra coating, dude," the employee who resembled Mordecai said.
"No problem, bro," the employee who resembled Rigby said.
"Are you two already getting started on the next task?" Benson asked as he approached them.
"Yes, sir," the employee who resembled Mordecai replied.
"We weren't gonna waste time standing around and watch you grade our work," the employee who resembled Rigby added.
Benson was impressed with how constructive the two were.
"Wow, I'm impressed with your hard work and determination on getting things done," Benson commented.
"Thanks, Benson," the employee who resembled Mordecai said.
"And just so you know, you'll NEVER have to worry about us slacking off or anything," the employee who resembled Rigby added, "We always get things done, no matter what."
"Now THAT'S what I like to hear!" Benson exclaimed, "Keep up the good work, guys."
Benson left so the two could continue working. However, he turned back to observe them.
While Benson was glad to have found two new employees that had a better work ethic than Mordecai and Rigby, he was starting to miss having Mordecai and Rigby around. The two employees resembling Mordecai and Rigby was what made him think about, and miss the two.
Benson sighed. "It's just not the same here without Mordecai and Rigby around," he said to himself.